I miss

I miss my best friend, my sweet caring friend, who's not only my friend but my love. I miss his lips, I miss his voice . . . I miss his comforting hugs. They say I need space, that I need less of him, but this couldn't be more false. Do you see my face? How my smile is gone? It's because he's been absent too long.

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